There is one thing that has been more difficult than anything else when we have been in Europe. It washy navigating our way around the Tube or the Paris Metro, it wasn’t spending almost 2 hours driving around in Monaco trying to find a park before giving up, it is trying to find a decent coffee!
In the UK it wasn’t so bad, you could just ask for coffee and they could then ask if you wanted milk etc. It seemed to be mostly percolated coffee rather than espesso with steamed milk though. If you went to a cafe though they understood what you meant when you ordered a Latte.
In France you are all sweet, if you just ask for coffee you get something that resembles a latte. Spain was back to percolated coffee with milk.
The funniest however came when we caught the train from Nice to Rome, and I am typing this now trying to suck down the most horrible coffee i have had.
To get into the Italian train system from Nice, you have to catch a regional train to a border town called Ventimiglia, before transferring to an Italian train for the rest of the journey. We were about an hour early, so we had a bit of a wait in the station for the next train, so Chereen went to go and get some coffees. So she went up to the counter and asked for two lattes, and came back with two cups, which were quite small but they looked milky so that was a good start. So i open the lid, hmm, that looks a little milky, oh well, thats better than no milk. I take a sip, and… ITS ALL MILK! I might be wrong but i think Latte is milk (or something similar) in Italian, so Chereen just bought us two cups of warm milk!
If we didn’t have to catch a train, i would have made Chereen burp me and put me to sleep.
So now we jump on the train, and after 45 minutes or so the drinks cart comes around, and this time it is my turn to order, so i ask for two coffees please. Well you might know where I am going with this, but that was also a mistake! “Standard” coffee in Italy is an espresso, what we were given was a very small cup with black, extremely strong, INSTANT coffee! I finished mine as quickly as i could, just so I wouldn’t accidentally spill it, but Chereen doesn’t seem to have touched hers yet. It seems we should have kept the milk from before, and we could have combined them to get a coffee that we wanted!
For the record, I think in Italy we need to be ordering Cappuccino, but I am yet to try this. Ill let you know how I get on!